Southern garland . adow^n,Their singing throats are dumb; The Inner-Deep w^ithholds its pearlsTill turn of tide be come. But patience! wait—the good tide turns, The w^aters inw^ard set;And lo, behold! aleap, alive With glowing fish the net I O Toilers of the Hidden Seas! Ye have strange gain and the Deeps of Soul for pearls. And oft-times netting dross. jl^f Flushed to the lips with golden light, |)id({Cn And dark with sable gloom; CidC. Thrilled by a thousand melodies. And silent like a tomb. Fierce are the w^inds across your though some Demon veiled Had loosed the gale
Southern garland . adow^n,Their singing throats are dumb; The Inner-Deep w^ithholds its pearlsTill turn of tide be come. But patience! wait—the good tide turns, The w^aters inw^ard set;And lo, behold! aleap, alive With glowing fish the net I O Toilers of the Hidden Seas! Ye have strange gain and the Deeps of Soul for pearls. And oft-times netting dross. jl^f Flushed to the lips with golden light, |)id({Cn And dark with sable gloom; CidC. Thrilled by a thousand melodies. And silent like a tomb. Fierce are the w^inds across your though some Demon veiled Had loosed the gales of Spirit-landTo ravage w^ays unsailed. But still sweet hours befall at times. Rich lit and full of ease;The afterglow is like the light Of sunset on tired seas. And w^orse, perhaps, may be the lotOf those ?whose fate is sleep; The sodden souls without a as a rotten deep. Pain paves the way for keener wondrous thoughts uproll X7hen the large moon of Peace locks downOn high tide in the SouU. SPRING-SONG. ING out and be happy!The Spring is at grass green, and sappyThe trees o* the land. Sing! for the breeze is Rustling and toys with and teases Long blossoms and milky. The root in the juicesUnfrosted drinks deep, The loving wave sluicesThe weeds as they sleep. Sing out! for the bees inTheir quest of wild honey Are haunting the trees inGreen places and sunny. Distant blue reachesAnd green hills invite, Green hills and long beachesAnd roads red and white. Locked waters are callingWith many gold voices. Where tides gently fallingMake soft liquid noises. l)iddentide. Broad-spreading sun-glamourWraps blossom and stream. Gold-tinting the armourOf beetles that dream. ^u« On wet rocks and ledges |^j({(j(ll Are massed starry mosses, CidC. And painting proud ridges Grow tiny pink roses. Sing out! and let troubleAnother pursue: It will burst like a bubbleAnd vanish for you. Out, out on old Sorrow,Who skulks in her sable! Laugh gaily and borrowGay la
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